The room was quiet, wrapped in the soft hum of night. Shadows danced on the walls, dim and gentle, as the moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains. Shin stood on the edge of the bed, watching the three girls he cared for most lying peacefully under the warm glow of sleep. Rika, her breathing soft and even, lay nestled beside Aiko and Yuki, both of whom had long since succumbed to slumber after their earlier passion with him. Their bodies still bore traces of the heat they'd shared, the tenderness of afterglow settling around them like a second blanket.
But now, his eyes turned to Ai.
She hadn't slept. She hadn't even pretended to. She had waited—just like he had.
Their eyes met.
She said nothing. She didn't need to.
Slowly, Ai began to crawl across the soft bed, her movements feline, sensual, deliberate. Her dark hair slid over her shoulders, hiding one side of her flushed face. Her eyes, wide and shimmering, never looked away from his.
She reached him, rising onto her knees before him like a worshipper before her god.
"You waited for me," she whispered.
"Always," Shin murmured.
Ai reached out first, her hands resting against his chest, feeling the heat of his skin. His heartbeat thudded strong beneath her palms. Her lips parted, but words caught in her throat. There was nothing more to say. Nothing that hadn't already been said a thousand times between them, in looks, in touches, in soft cries behind closed doors.
Shin pulled her into his arms, his hand at the back of her neck, guiding her into a kiss.
And Ai melted.
Her body pressed flush against his, needing him. Her fingers curled into his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, drinking in her breath like it gave him life. She sank down, taking him with her.
She was already trembling.
His mouth didn't leave her as he pushed her onto her back. Her legs opened instinctively for him, wrapping around his hips, drawing him closer. His hands found her thighs, her waist, her breasts—roaming freely, hungrily, like he needed to memorize her all over again.
She moaned softly against his mouth, whispering between gasps, "Onii-chan…"
Shin's name on her lips like a sacred chant.
He pulled back, just enough to look down at her.
"You're the only one," he said, voice rough. "Only you… can take all of me. Over and over."
Ai's eyes fluttered with joy, pride, and unbearable need. "Then don't hold back."
He didn't.
Shin entered her with a slow, powerful push, making Ai's back arch and her hands clutch at the sheets. Her head tilted back as a cry escaped her lips—a cry not of pain but of pure, ecstatic recognition. Her body welcomed him, soaked and ready, as though it had been waiting for this moment all day.
He moved inside her slowly at first, letting her feel the depth of every inch. Letting her hear the way her breath caught in her throat with every deep stroke.
"Onii-chan…" she whimpered again, and again. It became a rhythm.
He moved faster.
Ai clung to him like he was her whole world. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her first climax came quickly, shattering through her in a flash of heat and sound. Her nails dug into his back as she cried his name, her legs shaking around his hips.
Shin didn't stop. He didn't even slow. He kissed her jaw, her throat, her lips as she trembled beneath him.
"You're amazing," he whispered.
Ai could barely breathe, but she smiled, breathless. "I can take it. I'll take all of you, Onii-chan. Again… and again."
And she did.
Two minutes later, another climax overtook her—this time even harder, her hips lifting, her voice rising in a broken moan as she buried her face in his neck. Shin followed her, groaning low in his throat, spilling deep inside her as her inner walls squeezed him tight.
But that was just the beginning.
Shin kissed her everywhere—her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her navel, her thighs. His hands never stopped moving. Neither did his body. He adjusted their position, pulling her on top of him so he could watch her ride him in the dim moonlight. Her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, the way her hair clung to her damp skin—it was all a masterpiece in motion.
Ai bounced on his lap with abandon, moaning his name like a mantra. Every two minutes, her body would tighten, tremble, and collapse against him as another orgasm tore through her. Each time, Shin met her peak with one of his own, grunting low as he filled her again and again.
She was insatiable.
And so was he.
Hours passed, lost to the rhythm of their love. Neither noticed. Neither cared. Ai took everything he gave her, every kiss, every stroke, every rough thrust and tender whisper. Her body shone with sweat and satisfaction, her skin slick against his.
Shin laid her down again, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder as he plunged deep, watching her writhe beneath him. Her voice was hoarse from crying his name so many times, but she kept doing it.
"Onii-chan… Onii-chan… please…"
"Please what?" he asked, breathless.
Ai's eyes sparkled. "Please don't stop. Ever."
Shin leaned down and kissed her, hard. "Never."
And he didn't.
He took her from behind, holding her close as she screamed into the pillow, body rocking with yet another climax. He lifted her against the wall, making love to her standing, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist. He laid her on the floor when the bed became too hot and tangled with sweat-drenched sheets. They kissed, tangled together, over and over—bodies burning, hearts racing, voices raw from hours of moaning.
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END OF CHAPTER : 177 : ONLY YOU CAN TAKE ME!
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